Yasmin finally had the chains on. She went back up the steps to the cab. Through the window she saw Ruby shaking, her face pale. She hurried in.The laptop was open on a new email.The photo was a dead Arctic fox with gently rounded ears and big eyes in soft white fur. Yasmin wanted to see it as being like a plush toy you could buy, impossibly fluffy and appealing, not a once-living creature, but the fox’s childlike vulnerability and soft beauty reminded her so strongly of Ruby that she caught her breath. The man’s torch lit only the cub’s face. Blood was smeared around its mouth.The subject was DSC_10027; 68733615 14965998 under the photo.He’d sent it four minutes ago.Ruby looked devastated, but there wasn’t time to comfort her, she must get her to safety. She hurriedly started driving, looking for a place to turn.I was crying with Bosley and Dad came in and we talked about school and Jimmy and he said we could do a blog together. He showed me photos on his iPad of beautiful animals and birds.
